Ask a casual music fan to name 10 songs by the Rolling Stones and there is a good chance there would be a struggle. "Brown Sugar, Shadoobee, Gonna Miss You, the one that goes, dun dun..DUN DUN DUN..." (This happened.) I dated a girl in the 80's and all means of communication were a struggle. She wasn't a talker. She didn't express an interest in much. No favorite actors or singers. She wasn't a theatre goer. She liked to go dancing. Out of desperation one night I asked, "Do you like The Beatles?" She said, "I love Paul McCartney." Thrilled that I had made some progress, I continued, "What are your favorite McCartney songs?" She deadpanned, "Spies Like Us." I laughed my cocktail right through my nose. But she wasn't kidding. She loved "Spies Like Us." True story.
I think about that story a lot because it really is hilarious. But, I also felt horrible for laughing. I would never do that now! ("Spies Like Us." Jeez.)
Ask a Stones fanatic to name 100 songs by the band, and I'd bet they would breeze right through. I'd also bet "Luxury," from "It's Only Rock N Roll" would not be mentioned until at least, I don't know, 119.
I love "Luxury."
Something about this tune reminds me of "Happy" from "Exile On Main Street." It's not quite as insistent, but the sheer bliss of the vibe is the same. Charlie's groove is unstoppable, maybe a bit too fast to be called reggae, but there's something happening that is not quite American or English. Keith's high harmonies, when he decides to sing, are infectious. This is a hook-filled gem and man, do I love it.